Royal Rock: A Bad Boy Royal Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  I needed her. I’d waited so damn long, and I wasn’t waiting another second. I grabbed her hips and tipped them forward to pull her dress up. She gasped as I pulled her panties off, sliding them down her skin. She bit her lip as I tossed them off the edge of the wall.

  “Trip!” she gasped.

  “Whoops,” I said.

  “I needed those.”

  I spread her legs wide and slowly rubbed her clit with my fingers. “No, you didn’t.”

  “Shit,” she gasped. “You can’t throw my panties off the castle.”

  “I can and I did. Any complaints?” I pressed my fingers deep inside her soaking wet pussy.

  “Oh, you asshole,” she moaned, but it was far too late for that. I began to fuck her pussy with my fingers, kissing her mouth and working her.

  She moaned into my lips as I worked her pussy, fucking her and then rubbing her clit. I spread her legs wider, pushing her back against the gargoyle. She groaned as I kissed her neck, working her pussy, fucking her deep with my fingers.

  “I need to fucking taste you,” I said. “Fuck, Bryce.”

  “Right here?” she gasped.

  I didn’t wait. I pulled back and spread her legs wide, pressing my lips against her soaking clit.

  I began to suck and lick her, loving every second of it. Bryce tasted fucking incredible, and I loved the way she reacted to me. Her hands instantly pressed into my hair, gripping hard as I sucked that clit, working her with my tongue.

  “Oh my god, Trip,” she moaned. “Oh my god. Maybe this is dangerous.”

  “It’s dangerous,” I said, “but not for the reason you think.” I pressed my fingers deep inside her, grinning.

  “Oh god,” she moaned, her eyes locking onto mine.

  I went back to work, my tongue rolling expertly along her clit as my fingers pressed inside her. I wanted her so badly, wanted to make her body feel things she’d never felt before. I worked that clit, loving the taste, not afraid to lick every inch of her.

  I pulled my fingers out and rolled my tongue down along her full length. I licked every inch, low to high, loving her taste and the way she reacted to me. She was trying not to moan too loudly, but she clearly couldn’t help herself.

  It didn’t matter. Any noises she made would be lost in the wind. We were so high up, high above the greatest city in the world, high above my city. Everything beneath us was mine, but the only thing I really wanted was Bryce’s dripping wet pussy.

  I sucked her clit, licking her juices, loving her taste. She began to work her hips, her moans coming faster, closer. I could tell she was getting close, so I pressed my fingers back deep inside her, fucking her pussy.

  She began to rock her hips, pressing my face hard against her wet clit. “Trip, fuck,” she said. “Oh shit, Trip. I’m so close. Holy shit, I’m close.”

  I didn’t ease up one bit. I wanted this, wanted it so badly. I wanted to make her feel as good as she’d been making me feel. I wanted to make her come high above the city, her body on top of thousands of years of history.

  I continued to work her, relentless, merciless. My fingers pressed deep inside her, my tongue and lips worked her clit, and she continued to roll her hips.

  And then her body began to stiffen as she came. Her legs twitched and she moved, but I held her ass in my hands and pushed her against me as I licked her. I didn’t relent as she said my name, over and over, the orgasm rolling through her like madness.

  And slowly she finished. I loved that she came on my mouth, loved her taste, loved everything about her.

  “Shit, Trip,” she said. “I can barely think.”

  “Good,” I said, grinning at her. I kissed her lips gently. “Nothing gets me harder than getting you off.”

  Just as I kissed her again, I heard a noise. She pulled her dress down as Al appeared at the doorway, frowning.

  “Your Highness,” he called, “I’m sorry, but there has been a serious development.”

  “What now?” I called back.

  “We have to go. It’s urgent.”

  I frowned and then helped Bryce down off the wall. She was blushing like mad and breathing deeply.

  “Very well. Go ahead and clear the way. We’ll drop Bryce off first.”

  “Yes, Your Highness.”

  We walked slowly back toward the staircase, Bryce breathing deeply. “They have great timing,” she said.

  “That’s what happens when you’re a king,” I said. “Events don’t wait for you.”

  She laughed as we wound back down the staircase. “I guess not.”

  “Even when you want them to.”

  As we walked back toward her room, I found myself holding her hand and wishing that we didn’t have to part. I knew that whatever had happened must be bad, otherwise Al would never interrupt like that. Still, it was strange. I got one taste of her delicious pussy and now I was holding her hand.

  We finally got back to her room. Al and the others hung back at the end of the hall, waiting.

  “Thanks for the, uh, for the tour,” she said.

  “You mean, ‘Thanks for the orgasm, Your Majesty,’ right?” I said, grinning.

  She blushed again. “Something like that.”

  “Good.” I tipped her chin toward me. “You’re very welcome.” I kissed her softly on the lips. “I’ll see you later.”

  “Okay.”

  I turned and strode quickly back toward Al and the others.

  I didn’t know what was waiting for me at the situation room, but it didn’t matter. I had the taste I needed, and although it left me wanting more and more, it helped. I knew I’d have another taste sooner rather than later, and that thought drove me wild with anticipation.

  I was going to have her. I was going to make Bryce mine.

  17

  BRYCE

  I felt like I was still buzzing when I got back to my room. Trip disappeared with his guards back to whatever he had been doing before, and I was left with this strange excitement jolting through me.

  I couldn’t believe the way Trip took me like that. He put me up on that wall, high above anything else, and he made me feel incredible. His fingers, his tongue, everything about him jolted through me.

  But something bad must have happened for the guards to come and interrupt us like that. I’d never seen them so much as speak out of turn before. Normally they were like invisible presences on the edges of things and never interrupted Trip without a very good reason.

  That worried me. Trip was dealing with enough as it was. I didn’t know how he’d feel about adding something else on top of it. I didn’t want to distract him from what was happening in his country, and yet I really hadn’t wanted him to go.

  I found a new pair of panties and pulled them on, smiling to myself, before sitting down on the couch with my laptop. I felt like most of my vacation had been spent researching Stehen and Starkland in general online, but I had no other way of learning. It wasn’t like I could just go out into the city on my own, since I didn’t know the language and not everyone spoke English.

  I checked news sites but nothing new had cropped up. Whatever had happened wasn’t in the mainstream media yet, or at least in the English-speaking media.

  That was frustrating. I crossed my legs and tried not to think too much about Trip’s hands on my body, his lips against my skin.

  What the hell was happening to me? The guy was such an arrogant asshole, and yet I found myself wanting him the more I got to know him. He’d made it clear what kind of man he was from the start, or maybe I was wrong to judge him so quickly.

  A few hours passed that way until finally a new article popped up on Reuters. Apparently there had been another attack in Stehen, this time a shooting in the subway. Two people were confirmed dead so far and many were injured, but the Stehen police had subdued the attacker and taken him into custody before he could do serious damage.

  I shook my head, shocked. I couldn’t believe that people who wanted democracy would resort to terro
rism and would outright kill civilians. It was absolutely insane.

  I got my phone and bit my lip. I typed a text to Trip. “Just read what happened. I’m so sorry. Anything I can do?”

  I knew there was nothing really, but it was worth a shot anyway.

  Maybe fifteen minutes later, I got a message back. “There is something, actually. Come to my apartment tonight.”

  “I can do that.”

  “Wear the outfit I just sent to you.”

  I cocked my head. “What outfit?”

  Just as I sent it, there was a knock at the door. I smiled and stood up. Outside was a box on the ground, just like the first box Trip had sent me.

  I brought it inside and took the lid off. Inside was a beautiful dress, tight and simple, a dark green that matched my eyes.

  “Got it,” I sent him. “But what about the panties?”

  “Just the dress,” he said. “Don’t bother with panties. Come at eight.”

  I felt a thrill run through me. “Okay,” I sent back.

  The hours slipped by nervously. Around six, I showered and got dressed, admiring myself in the mirror. I had to admit, Trip had great taste, or at least someone who worked for Trip did. The dress complemented my body perfectly and made my eyes look beautiful. There was no tag on the dress, which I suspected meant that it was incredibly expensive. I didn’t want to know, not really.

  After nervously pacing and getting ready, eight finally came. I left my room calmly and found a security man waiting for me out in the hall.

  “Uh, hi,” I said to him.

  “Miss, I’m assigned to protect you,” he said.

  “Oh. Okay. What’s your name?”

  “George.”

  “Well, George, do I really need protecting?”

  “Not up to me, miss.”

  I sighed, shaking my head. I shouldn’t have been surprised. There were attacks happening in the capital, so I guessed the whole castle was on high alert right now. Trip wasn’t taking any chances, and I couldn’t blame him for that.

  “Well, do you know how to get to Trip’s apartments at least?”

  He nodded. “This way, miss. The king lives in the west wing.”

  I followed George through the hallways. He seemed young but he didn’t smile, just like everyone else. I noticed that Starkish people tended to have dark hair, high cheekbones, and slim builds. Trip looked Starkish, but he was more muscular and taller than the average man. Trip was like the perfect Starkish man, handsome, muscular, tall, and with those incredible cheekbones and that perfect jawline.

  I found myself daydreaming about him as we walked through the castle maze, heading back toward the west wing. I recognized certain paintings and statues, and I began to guess that maybe they had all those things out all over the place to help people guide themselves.

  Eventually, George led me up to the same door I remembered from before. He stepped and gestured. “The king’s apartments,” he said.

  “Thanks, George.”

  He nodded and then fell back across the hall and away to a respectful distance.

  I knocked on Trip’s door, feeling incredibly nervous suddenly. I had known what it meant when he sent me this dress, and what he wanted when he told me not to wear any panties. I’d obeyed, loving that he was giving me commands, but suddenly I was worried. I’d never done anything remotely like this before, so I had no clue what was expected of me or what was going to happen. He was the king after all. I realized that I wanted to please him, even though he was a total asshole.

  Finally, Trip opened the door. He was in his usual outfit, though he looked incredible.

  “Perfect,” he said, a big grin breaking across his face.

  “What?” I asked, blushing.

  “Give me a spin.”

  I turned for him, looking over my shoulder.

  “Perfect,” he said again. “Fuck, Bryce, that is perfect.”

  “Stop,” I said, smiling despite myself. “Are you going to invite me in?”

  “Yes,” he said, “but first. George?” he called. “You’re dismissed. Al and the others have a few hours off; you can join them.”

  “Yes, Your Highness,” he said, and instantly left.

  I laughed. “Is it weird that people actually listen to your commands?”

  “Yes and no. You get used to it.” He stared down at me, his eyes full of something hungry. “But when people disobey, it only makes me want to command them that much more.”

  I looked away. “Come on, let’s go inside.”

  He grinned at me and turned, letting me in. He shut the door behind me.

  “Drink?” he asked.

  “Sure,” I said.

  He poured two glasses and handed me one. “It’s a local wine,” he said. “We’re known more for beer, but we can make wine, too.”

  I sipped it. The wine was thick and delicious. “It’s good.”

  “It’s passable. Come.” He led me over to the couches and we sat down. “It’s been one fucking stressful day.”

  “I’m sorry about the attacks,” I said.

  “They aren’t your fault. Or are you a rebel spy?”

  I laughed. “I’d be the greatest spy in the world if that were the case.”

  “You have gotten very close to the king.”

  “Not by choice.”

  “I don’t know,” he said, sitting close to me. “Look at you. That dress is perfect, revealing just enough to entice me.”

  “You picked the dress,” I pointed out.

  “True,” he acknowledged, “but you’ve also played hard to get so wonderfully. Every time you push me away, it only makes me want you that much more.”

  “That’s not by design,” I said, laughing. “I can’t help it if you want me to obey so badly.”

  “I do,” he admitted. “Nothing makes me harder than you obeying my commands.”

  “What do you want to command me to do?” I asked him, my heart beating fast in my chest.

  “Stand,” he said simply.

  I stood. He took my glass from my hand and set it down on the end table.

  “Turn,” he said.

  I turned around, looking over my shoulder at him.

  He took my hips and pulled me closer to him. I felt his fingertips trail along my thighs, slowly pulling my dress up.

  The fabric slipped over my ass. I bit my lip, looking back at him. He looked up at me, his eyes serious, and he grinned at me as he kissed my skin, his hands firm on my hips.

  “What now?” I asked.

  He slapped my ass lightly. “I didn’t command you to speak.”

  I bit my lip.

  “That’s better,” he said. “Spread your legs.”

  I listened, spreading them apart.

  “Very good,” he murmured. “God, I love this fucking ass.”

  I gasped as he spread my legs farther. I felt his fingers press up along my skin and slowly find my dripping wet clit.

  “Trip,” I gasped.

  “Don’t move,” he said. “And don’t say a word. I just want a little taste.”

  I groaned as I felt his tongue begin to explore my pussy from behind. He licked every inch of me, his tongue pressing deep inside my pussy, and I couldn’t believe how dirty he was. Trip didn’t seem to mind one bit as he licked my pussy from behind. His fingers worked my clit as he licked me, and I could barely stand straight.

  “Delicious,” he said. “Exactly like I remembered.”

  I let out a little whimper and he spun me around. He pulled me down onto him. I straddled his body as he kissed me, my dripping wet pussy pressing against his hard cock. I could feel him straining against his dress slacks, so I reached down and began to stroke his shaft.

  The king was big. Very big. I was surprised at first, but I shouldn’t have been. Everything about Trip was big. His personality, his muscles, his castle, it was all huge. And now I got to work his big, thick cock.

  I kissed him hard, our tongues working together, and I knew what I
wanted. I knew I was finally getting what I needed, after all this time of going back and forth with him. This was what I wanted and what I really needed.

  “Now,” he whispered in my ear, “I want you down on your knees in front of me.”

  “You’re not my king,” I said. “I won’t kneel for you.”

  “Your issues are duly noted,” he said.

  I slowly slipped off the couch and knelt down in front of him. I worked his belt open and pulled his slacks off. He was wearing black briefs, and his cock was straining against the tight cotton. I pulled them off too, not wasting any time.

  God, the king was so large. I took his cock in my hand and slowly stroked him.

  He put his hands in my hair and tipped my chin back. He leaned forward and kissed me as I slowly stroked his thick cock.

  He released me, and I leaned forward, licking him base to tip. I pressed his cock between my lips and began to suck him hard, instantly loving his taste. He groaned, his hands on my head as I sucked him.

  “Fuck, Bryce,” he groaned. “I’ve been dreaming about my cock in your mouth all fucking day. You drive me fucking wild.”

  I began to suck him faster, working his thick shaft with my other hand. I tried to take as much of him into my mouth and throat as I could, but he was just too big. He groaned, pushing me down.

  “Suck that fucking cock,” he commanded. I was dripping wet, wild with need for him. “Now rub your own wet little pussy while you take my cock.”

  I obeyed, putting my left hand between my legs. I couldn’t believe I was doing it, but it was driving me wild. I began to rub my own soaking wet clit as I sucked his cock and jerked him off with my right hand.

  “That’s right. Moan while you suck this fucking cock,” he said. “Moan while you take my big cock into your throat, you dirty fucking girl.”

  I worked him, losing myself, going wild. I rubbed my clit as I sucked him faster, taking him deeper and deeper into my throat. I couldn’t stop moaning, couldn’t stop sucking, because I loved it. I loved that he was commanding me, making me obey. I wanted to obey him, my king and his big cock.

  “Yes,” he groaned, pushing me down. “Take my cock into your fucking throat.”

  I pressed my fingers inside myself as I took him into my mouth.